Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
As I wound through the couches behind them, I knew there could be only one reason Trent would lie to me—or I should say one person. One person who I knew was already in Chicago with us, and who I’d originally come to see anyway. But that was different—my timetable.
And anyway, this person was someone who wouldn’t go out the night before a game, who was the epitome of professional because pro athletes had to be.
So there had to be another reason Trent had brought me here. Right?
Lauren was weaving around, taking us down a back hallway with the same decor as the main area of the club. It looked like an alley. Murals on the walls had been painted to give us a 3D image of the fire escape stairs that hung off the sides of apartment buildings. When we went past a door, a cityscape was painted on it as if we were passing a street.
Lauren opened the one with a San Diego cityscape.
We had our own box. A large booth in black leather lined the back wall, and a small table sat in the middle, with champagne already waiting for us. There was a large chandelier hanging above, and it was a little quieter here.
Lauren went straight for the champagne, picking it up and opening it. “You guys ready for a fun night?”
I harrumphed. Why, I had no idea. I just felt it.
Trent threw me a look, turning to face me. “I don’t get why you’re mad. You came to Chicago to talk to Reese. I figure instead of waiting an entire night where you’re going to feel nervous—and I know you, you’d be trying to talk yourself out of seeing him—what does it hurt to catch him when he’s not guarded?”
Because he didn’t know Reese.
But really, did I?
I did.
The realization flared strong in me, growing firm. I did know Reese. I might not know all his idiosyncrasies, but I knew his favorite color. I knew what his brother was like. I knew he slept on the left side of the bed.
I knew he was kind, and loving, and sensual, and could fuck amazingly.
I knew he had never yelled at me, not once. He’d growled once or twice, but that was in the beginning and at the end. The latter had been deserved.
I knew he took the time to answer my questions, no matter how many I sent him.
I knew he answered my call after he was already in bed, in a hotel with a roommate, and when he probably needed his sleep. He took the time to leave the room, go down an elevator with strangers, and seek out a place to talk to me because I was tipsy and wanted to chat.
I knew he cared enough to tell me to have fun, but then worried whether I was going to be alone or not.
I knew he cared enough to be nice to my camp friends, to speak on my behalf to the board, to help get my nemesis fired.
I knew he didn’t want me to take a job just because I was up against a wall. He wanted to help so I only took a job if I truly wanted it.
He’d asked me not only to come to Seattle for him, but also to New York.
I knew I wasn’t a one-use girl to him. Or I hadn’t been.
And I knew even though he hated what his brother did, he actually did care, and he’d help his brother if the circumstances were right.
But one thing I didn’t know was his stance on second chances. Would he give me one?
“But why would he come here tonight? He has a game tomorrow.”
Lauren handed me a glass of champagne. “It’s a birthday party. One of the trainers, Aaron or something?”
“Aiden?”
“Yeah. Aiden. It’s his birthday, and the reservation came through that they’re only using the private suite above for a little bit tonight. They should be arriving soon, and we have another party holding it at midnight. They’ll be gone by then. It’s like a quick dip, in and out.”
It was almost nine. That made sense.
But knowing didn’t help, because a whole new fresh batch of nerves pounced on me. Good Lord. I contemplated my champagne—down it like the princess trucker I could be or shove it aside and head for the toilet? Both reactions assaulted me at the same time.
Eyeing me, Lauren leaned close again. “You going to be okay?”
“That’s a loaded question.”
She moved back and shrugged. “Okay, but they’re here.” She nodded behind my shoulder, and I turned.
They were like gods.
There was no other way to describe it.
Coming in, one by one and in pairs, they were heads over the rest of us. All eyes in the club went to them. A few mouths dropped. Some frowned, confused. Others scrambled for their phones and a frenzy began as they walked underneath the DJ booth bridge and toward us.